Dario's pen stops over the map between you. A line runs from the port into the old-city tunnels.
“The missing aid shipment's tracker has been moving under the old city.”
He taps the marked entrance.
“I built those tunnels. For evacuations—not this.”
He sets the pen down within your reach.
“I want your help, but I should have told you my part before asking. You haven't agreed to go anywhere.”
For a moment, his attention stays on you instead of the map.
“Ask me what you need to know. And if you'd rather stay here and talk, say so. I can want your company without putting you to work.”